Headache.

Maybe I went a bit too hardcore on the alcohol. I almost passed out on my way down here. Hohums.

I wonder how I'm typing this correctly. I wonder how long I stayed downstairs. I wonder how many bottles I drank. Hmmmm. I need to pop a Tylenol later.

Heh I hear my parents talking.

Mom: Where's Angela? Tell her to come up and do dishes.

Dad: Pft. She's prolly drunk somewhere.

Omg. I made so many typos doing this post. Nappy time later?

Oh fuck to the yes.